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Dare Two
Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only. rache696@yahoo.com http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm
Story Codes: F/Dog+, M+/F, Bestiality, Fantasy, Ds, Romance

Dare Two
by Rachael

Chapter One


"I love you." I said softly.

I kissed him and he was cold, his lips like wax beneath mine. In the
other part of the house, in our room, my brothers paced the wooden
floor. They were afraid and agitated and they fought with each other
when one would get to close. They needed me, I knew, as I needed them.
I had to say goodbye though and I was crying.

"Dare..." Joe was there, with a blanket. "...You should put this on."

He was draping it over my shoulders and I didn't protest. It wasn't
for me in any case, but for the men who had come for my Master. An
ambulance and a State Police cruiser with their lights flashing, but
no sirens. No need to rush. Death had come to our home and taken our
Master away. I couldn't know the why of it, there was no reason. He
was old and it was time. I understood that much of life at least, but
I didn't like it. I'd never known someone who'd died and my Master
wasn't like other people anyway.

He was my Master and so it seemed very wrong.

I'd found him after missing breakfast and then dinner, and finally
breakfast again, but in truth we could sense his absence from the
first. Not his death, nothing dreadful as you may imagine, but only
his absence from our home and lives. It had taken me three tries to
open the door and enter the house proper. My courage failed the first
time, and the second time, my hand was confused by the latch and knob
of the handle, which seems silly. I hadn't opened a door in two years
and it seemed a foolish thing to forget, but in my worry I had.

I tried to explain that to my Master, when I found him in his bed. I
barked softly and licked at his cold fingers. I sat on the floor near
him for a long time, until the weary summer sun had faded to a cold
glow in the western sky, and I howled then. Not as a dog, but as a
wolf, for they have a song for that. For the death of someone you
love. Dogs have their sounds, but they've too long been tamed, I
think, and so when my brothers heard me they joined with the clumsy
baying of domesticated hounds.

The men went about their business efficiently; the two who had come in
the ambulance were dressed in blue, the trooper in grey. The blue men
looked at me curiously, but did not speak. The blanket was over my
shoulders and I sat on the floor watching them while the grey man
spoke with me. He was young, but his eyes were very old and he was
gentle, pulling the blanket closed to hide my breasts and sex, but I
paid it little mind. Joe was on the telephone and I didn't know or
care who he was speaking to.

My brothers were in our room. I'd told them to stay there and they had
no reason to listen to me, but they did. They were very agitated and
barking though, unhappy with so many strangers in our home. They
needed to be comforted and fed, although none of us were hungry. There
were thoughts, like words on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't find
them. I didn't know what I was supposed to do, nor did I care. I
hadn't had to make a decision, or accept a responsibility in over two
years. I was unprepared for this.

"Miss, I need to know your name." The grey man had a clipboard with
papers on it and he held a pen ready.

I blinked at him and licked my lips, concentrating on his voice for
he'd spoken quickly and it was hard to understand him.

"Your name?" He asked slower. "Can you speak?"

I nodded and cleared my throat softly. "Dare."

"Uh..." He rubbed his nose. "Dare...Is that short for something?"

I didn't know what that meant.

"Dare." I said a little louder and I leaned over, looking at his
clipboard as if I expected him to write that down someplace. When he
didn't I remembered my tag and lifted my chin, feeling the metal under
my fingers as I held it out for him to read.

"Dare, right...I got that." He nodded and finally did write it down.
"What um, are you related to..." He looked at his clipboard, "...Mr.
Brocken?"

I didn't understand and I didn't know who Mr. Brocken was, so I just
sat there, watching the blue men put my Master on a wheeled cart. He
was in his pajamas and they covered him with a white sheet before
strapping him down. I frowned at that.

"How long have you lived here?" The grey man tried and again I had no
answer for him.

The man looked at me for a few minutes and I watched them take my
Master out of the room, getting up to follow them slowly until we were
outside and they were lifting the cart to put it in the ambulance. The
grey man had followed me and Joe came out as well, having finished his
phone call, and the grey man fell on him with his questions while I
watched the ambulance leave. I went back to my room then, to be with
my brothers.

We were crowded together, the three dogs and I, laying atop one
another on our bed, but not sleeping even though it was very late.
More people had come and gone, but I'd kept my brothers with me and we
ignored the noises from outside. The door opened slowly and Joe looked
inside, which brought my brothers quickly to their feet for they'd
expected him to be our Master. So had I, even though I knew better,
but I'd forgotten at the heavy creaking sound. It was only the Indian
though and the dogs regarded him suspiciously, Barley growling with
his ears flat, and I grabbed handfuls of his neck and pulled him back
down to me.

"Dare, come here." Joe said and I'd never imagined his big round face
could look so sad.

I growled at the dogs to stay where they were and it was difficult,
especially for Barley and he was tense. Bush was the most calm and he
kept his head down, on his paws, only his constantly shifting eyes
betrayed his impatience, but like the rest of us he didn't know what
he was waiting for. I left them and walked to the door, the blanket
I'd worn long forgotten. Joe looked as if he might say something, but
he didn't. He just stepped aside and led me towards a sitting room, an
old parlor. White Cloud was there, and I'd sensed his arrival some
hours previously, but now that I could see him his presence descended
upon me like a great calm and it allowed my body to relax.

Other men were there, the old tribal leaders who made up the council.
I didn't know them. I'd seen them once, at my Awakening during the
ceremony at Table Rock. They looked weary and serious and some of them
looked away from my nakedness, but most of them didn't. The grey man
was still there, sitting on one of the chairs and still writing.

"Mrs. Brocken." He said looking up and then focusing deliberately on
my face. "My condolences on the loss of your husband. I need just two
signatures and I'll, uh, I'll be done."

He seemed embarrassed and apologetic and I didn't understand much of
what he was saying.

"Sit down, Dare. Sit here." Joe was guiding me to an empty chair, but
I frowned at him, growling softly before I could stop myself. I wasn't
going to sit on my Master's furniture. I sat on the floor, on my heels
with my legs folded beneath me.

"Are you sure she's okay?" The grey man looked to the council and they
looked to White Cloud and the old medicine man nodded and spoke in the
language of his tribe for a moment while the others listened
carefully.

"The girl will be fine." One of the other men finally said, looking at
the grey man. "This is her home."

"Ma'am, Mrs. Brocken, do you have relatives? Parents maybe? A sister
or brother you'd like to call?" The grey man was obviously concerned
and I had to think of the words I wanted to say, rehearsing them for a
moment in my head.

"My brothers." I nodded and looked back towards our room. "There."

"Uh..." The grey man smiled weakly and tried to understand.

"She means the dogs." Joe offered helpfully.

"She is Onijwa." White Cloud said, sticking out his gaunt chin as if
the grey man would dispute it. The other Indians glanced at him, but
said nothing.

"Right." The grey man nodded and coughed lightly. "Okay, uh. It's up
to you anyway, um, Mrs. Brocken, I need you to sign here and....Here,
please."

He approached me slowly, crouching and pointing with his finger as he
held the clipboard. The pen was awkward in my hand and I had to
remember how to hold one, and I almost smiled as I carefully wrote my
name in the places I was supposed to.

"Uh, I need your last name signed too." He told me and I blinked at
him with some confusion. "Brocken, right? Like this? That's your name,
right?"

The grey man was pointing towards the top of the papers where he'd
filled in my Master's name, James Brocken and I nodded, just to be
done with this, but I didn't understand at all. I wrote the name he
wanted behind my own in the two places I'd signed, making the letters
slowly while he watched.

"Okay, that's fine." He took his pen back and stood up. "Again, I'm
sorry, Mrs. Brocken. Thank you for your time."

He left with brief looks and nods at the council and I scratched my
head, sitting there and watching him go.

The Indians started talking then, but I paid them little mind. White
Cloud was touching my head and said something to Joe and then the old
man left, going deeper into the house, towards the kitchen, I thought,
but I'd never been there.

"Dare." Joe sat his bulk in the chair closest to me and on the floor
next to it there was a briefcase, which he was pulling towards me,
opening it between us.

"This might be kinda hard to explain." He pulled out a paper, actually
three papers clipped together. "Jim, uh, your...Owner?" He sighed. "The
man who lived here, he was your husband, did you know that?"

"Master." I said, smiling then because husband was the wrong word.

"Right, your Master was your husband, see?" He was holding the papers
out. "He married you. Did he ever say anything about that?"

I looked at the papers and they were marriage contracts, signed and
notarized by the Tribal Registry. There was his name and mine, my old
human name, and our signatures. I had some memory of signing papers
like these, the day he'd given me my tags and I was suddenly excited
as I noticed the numbers on the pages. It was at the top, the license
number, wa06-11031, and I nodded my head eagerly, showing my tags to
Joe. One of them had that number on it and the Indian gave me a small
smile as he looked at it.

"Right, that's like your wedding ring, I guess." He scratched his
cheek.

"Married." I said softly, the way my tongue moved to make the sound
tickled.

At the time I hadn't thought much about it, what I'd signed or what
the tag meant. I guess I'd assumed it was a dog license, especially
since the tag did say 'Licensed Canine' on it. My Master had married
me though, two years before and I'd never known. It wouldn't have
changed anything and clearly my Master hadn't done it for any personal
reason, I mean not like people get married to demonstrate love or
something, like it was an obligation. He had more than that without
marriage. He'd had everything already, and so why would he do that?
Not to impress anyone; he hadn't even told me. My Master had been
protecting me, I realized.

"Let's see." There were a lot of papers and Joe was looking through
them as if he wanted to show them to me in a specific order.

"This one, okay...Your name is Dare." Joe was nodding. "It really is.
Jim had your name legally changed a few months after you guys were
married, see? A judge signed it, so...You're Dare Brocken, or just Dare,
it's okay."

I shrugged at that. I knew I was Dare.

"This is Jim's will; he asked me to be the executor. He wanted me to
take care of things when..." Joe frowned. "...If he couldn't. Okay?"

I didn't say anything and the other men were quiet now, listening to
Joe like I was.

"He was a good lawyer." Joe tilted his head a little. "A smart man
too, so, well basically he left you everything. The house here, the
land of course. There's some little things about that, because it's
part of the reservation, so...Well, we can talk about that later. It's
yours though, for as long as you want it."

That seemed sort of obvious to me, since it was my home, so I smiled
patiently.

"He also, uh, did he ever mention a trust for you?" Joe asked and then
continued on. "Anyway, I'm not too smart about that stuff, but he put
a bunch of money in a bank for you and uh, it looks like you can get
it on your twenty-ninth birthday. That's, well, it's a lot, about a
hundred and forty thousand dollars when it matures, okay?"

I remembered that conversation fondly, as I'd replayed it in my head
countless times. My first meeting with my Master, before he was my
Master, and how we'd talked. I remembered how frightened I'd been and
nervous and so alone. It had been raining and I hadn't had anything
but the clothes I was wearing and he'd rescued me. I remembered every
word we'd said to each other and how Master had told me he'd put money
in the bank for me and after ten years I could get it and it would be
a lot. I hadn't thought about it since then and in truth I didn't
really care. What was I going to do with money anyway?

"He also had a lot of investments, I guess. After he retired, Jim's
income was mostly from dividends on stocks and mutual funds and stuff
like that. There's a lot of money there, a ton of money and so..."

Joe kept talking and I tried to listen, but very little of it made any
sense to me. Apparently my Master had been careful and wise, and all
the money he'd made as corporate lawyer for all those years had been
put to good use. He'd been living off dividends and now the money
would be coming to me once I'd filled out the correct papers, and that
wouldn't be difficult at all as my Master had made certain my name was
on all of his property and holdings anyway. I was his wife, after all,
and so the process was clear and simple and there wouldn't even be an
inheritance tax, whatever that was, since it was already mine.

It seemed very late for me and I was growing tired. My brothers and I
usually slept just after sunset and that had seemed a very long time
ago. White Cloud reappeared, carrying a cup and it was warm with
something like tea perhaps. He told me to drink it and I did. It was
sweet, like honey, and it had an immediately calming effect and I was
so tired. I'd understood little of what Joe had tried to tell me and I
felt burdened by the knowledge that I was somehow to assume my
Master's place.

I needed a new Master, someone to care for my brothers and me, and I
tried to find words for that thought, but the drink was making that
even more difficult than it already was. I left the men there, without
a word to them, returning to my brothers and our bed. My thoughts were
selfish as I closed my eyes, sad thoughts, and I briefly blamed our
Master for leaving us. We didn't need his money or his things, we
needed him. He should have left us a new Master, I thought. We were
still very much puppies and he should have known that.

I slept dreamlessly.

Barley was outside, barking when I woke up and he was soon joined by
Bandy and Bush while I roused myself slowly.

The two boys were there, Joe's sons straddling their motorcycles and
looking anxiously at the dogs first and then staring at me with
something else as I stepped outside naked into the spring morning.

"Hey, can you call off the dogs?" The older one asked me. "My dad sent
us over, said maybe we could work for you or something?"

It was hard to hear him because my brothers were unhappy with more
strangers at our house. They'd tolerated it the day before, but that
was the past and so it meant nothing. This was today and the two boys
didn't belong there. I barked sharply, loud and high pitched, telling
them to be quiet and it surprised them I think. I'd rarely tried to
play leader of our small group. That was Barley's role as the
strongest, but I was asserting myself now and my brothers stared at
me. Barley growled softly and looked for me to lower my head and eyes.
When I didn't he decided to ignore me, which was good enough for the
other two, and all three turned their attention back to the two boys.

I wasn't their master or their leader, and I couldn't have changed
that even if I'd wanted to, or known how to go about it. I was their
sister and I had been for two full years. I shrugged my shoulders and
frowned a little.

"Barley." I said softly and then took a deep breath, repeating the
dog's name louder, so that he could hear me. "Barley!"

They stopped then, the dogs looking at me with some confusion. I
hadn't talked to them in my human voice for a very long time.

"Come." I slapped my bare thigh, trying to be forceful, confident in
my gesture the way our Master had always been.

It worked, kind of. The dogs couldn't ignore my voice or my command so
easily as they did their sister's barks and growls. They'd been taught
by our Master, although they hadn't always obeyed him immediately
either, being headstrong boys like they were. But this was different
enough, or perhaps interesting enough that they listened to me and I
managed to get them quiet and back into our room. I told them to stay,
trying to sound like our Master when he said such things and knowing
all too well that I didn't.

I went back outside and the boys were still there. They were older now
than when I'd first met them two years before. They were both around
eighteen, maybe nineteen, not in school anyway but I had no idea what
day of the week it was either, or even which month we were in. School
could already be out for the summer for all I knew, and that was
hardly of any concern to me anyway. They were there and little else
mattered.

The boys were tall, like their dad, brown skinned with long, fine
black hair and dark brown eyes. The one who looked older was the
thinner of the two, his brother more thick, a little chubby even and
resembled Joe quite a lot, especially in his round face and big smile.
They might have been good looking young men, or ugly perhaps, but more
likely they were neither and I couldn't tell. Humans pretty much
looked the same to me if I didn't concentrate on remembering something
specific about them.

Their smell was much more distinctive, a mix of oily fumes from their
motorcycles, the musky smell of sheep, and the perfume-like odor of
soap and shampoo, which I didn't like at all. Mostly because it
reminded me I needed to wash my own hair and my brothers', which none
of us enjoyed. I bathed every day, usually in the stream, and brushed
my teeth and hair, the same way I brushed the burrs from my brothers'
fur, but only because it was necessary and I would have much preferred
grooming myself as a true dog.

"Thanks." The older said and both boys were getting off their machines
and looking at me openly, which I didn't mind.

"Our dad sent us." The younger offered, smiling and nodding. "He said
you had some work, like stuff we could do around here?"

I wasn't sure what they were talking about so I just looked at them.

"You ain't gotta worry, dad said you were kinda weird and..." He
continued.

The older boy elbowed his brother hard in the ribs, but I didn't know
why. I guessed he wanted to talk.

"He means our pop told us you need help." The older said. "Like taking
care of the animals, you know. Taking care of the chores, that stuff."

"Your name is Dare, right?" The younger asked. "I'm Mike, um, you know
you're naked, right?"

"Shut-up, Mikey." His brother elbowed him again and this time the
chubby boy elbowed him back.

"Well maybe she forgot." He said softly, but I heard it.

"I'm Jay and uh, so is it okay?" The older wanted to know, looking
around a little, but mostly looking at me, especially my sex.

"Dad said he'd talk to you about paying us and stuff." The younger
said and he was looking at me too, but trying not to.

I thought maybe it was interesting because I had no hair down there;
my Master had enjoyed grooming me that way himself, shaving my sex and
under my arms. I had enjoyed it too because it made me special, even
though it was a particularly human thing to do, like brushing my
teeth. Otherwise my Master had never treated me as anything other than
a dog, not since I'd been sick that one time and that had been such a
long time ago.

"Food." I told them, because we hadn't eaten in two days and my
brothers and I were finally hungry again. "Dog food."

"Uh...Okay." Jay nodded like he understood me and I started back towards
our room, thinking I would wash myself there instead of leaving my
brothers alone with these two strangers.

"Hey, um...Hold on." The other one, Mike, called me. "Where's the dog
food?"

I just shrugged, finding that a pretty useful gesture and I left them
there to figure it out. They knew as much as I did now, just that my
brothers and I were hungry. I didn't know what Joe had told them, but
he obviously understood I needed help and they were people anyway;
they'd know what to do.


end of 01

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